Backstory
It happens like this: Every time I break it off with a certain someone, for certainly good reasons, time has a way of fading out the bad parts, until they are like a watermark on paper, barely noticeable except in a certain light. He calls, or I call, and we begin the same dance again. Certainly this time, I will be smarter. Certainly hope so.
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